I try, very hard, to be what you want. I try so hard sometimes I can’t see myself; a shimmering mirage, a glittering lie. I try to make it true, to come together in the shape you crave, to say the words you need to hear to know that this is real. It’s so real that the space between us is deafening, a silence so heavy it has its own gravity.
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